Some of us like to hide from others, the world or even oneself,

we can hide in books, or even with others, always being the

one who questions, not the one who answers.

 

Hiding is second nature for some

beginning in childhood with games of hide and seek.

Where to go? in a low cabinet, under the piano,

or in a closet out of sight.

 

Why are we hiding? Difficult to say.

Like the proverbial Frost poem

depends upon who you’re fencing in

or who you’re keeping out!

 

We all have secrets, that’s not news

So why all the fuss? To each his own,

to keep oneself free from scorn

is enough for me.

 

But the best place–the very best place

is there for all to see but not understand.